Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.